Let The Bitches Die
His new-found friends
Got him sweating all night
He'll lick and kiss their necks
Until they come down his throat
Day by day
He wipes the crust from his eyes
Takes the bottle in his hand
Oh, now, he's in demand
A thousand messages
But not a soul in his bed
Just shout and shout
He places them on a shelf
By two, he's getting off
Reaches for them again
Nakes limbs
A sweating chest
It takes more than?
To keep this heart running
I give in!
It is nothing sure
Got him sweating all night
He'll lick and kiss their necks
Until they come down his throat
Day by day
He wipes the crust from his eyes
Takes the bottle in his hand
Oh, now, he's in demand
A thousand messages
But not a soul in his bed
Just shout and shout
He places them on a shelf
By two, he's getting off
Reaches for them again
Nakes limbs
A sweating chest
It takes more than?
To keep this heart running
I give in!
It is nothing sure
Credits
Writer(s): Dev Hynes
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